Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)2014

Young Birdman:
You are lame, Riggan, rolling around with that poncy theater f*** in an 800-seat shithole like this. Oh, you really f***ed up this time. You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation. Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career. It's pathetic.

Riggan:
[trying to meditate] Breathing in, I am calm...

Young Birdman:
Let's get the hell out of here while we can.

Riggan:
[trying to meditate]... I ignore this mental formation. This is a mental formation.

Young Birdman:
Stop that sh*t! I'm not a mental formation. I'm you, a**hole.

Riggan:
Leave me alone.

Young Birdman:
You were a movie star, remember? Pretentious, but happy.

Riggan:
I wasn't happy.

Young Birdman:
Ignorant, but charming. Now, you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker.

Riggan:
I was f***ing miserable.

Young Birdman:
Yeah, but fake miserable. Hollywood miserable. What are you trying to prove? You're an artist? You're not.

Riggan:
F*** you!

Young Birdman:
No, f*** you, you coward. We grossed billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions!

Riggan:
And billions of flies eat sh*t every day! So what? Does that make it good? I don't know if you noticed, but that was 1992!

Young Birdman:
You could jump right back into that suit if you wanted to.

Riggan:
[rips open his shirt] Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look! I look like a turkey with leukemia! I'm f***ing disappearing. This is what's left! I'm the answer to a f***ing Trivial Pursuit question!

Young Birdman:
You're an impostor here. Eventually they will figure you out.

Riggan:
What part of this don't you get? You're dead.

Young Birdman:
We are not dead.

Riggan:
Oh, please, just stay dead.

Young Birdman:
We are not dead.

Young Birdman:
Stop saying "we"! There is no "we"! I'm not f***ing you! I'm Riggan f***ing Thomson!

Young Birdman:
No, you're Birdman. Because without me, all that's left is you, a sad, selfish, mediocre actor, grasping at the last vestiges of his career. [Riggan uses telekinesis to grab his poster and slam it into the wall] What the hell did you do that for? I liked that poster. It's always "we", brother.

Riggan:
F*** you! Shut the f*** up! Leave me alone! You're f***ing, so f***ing annoying! Shut up! [notices Jake enter the room and immediately calms down] Hey. What's up?